You are my snowman, the star of my plane.
I know I can hold you or you'll melt away.
You're just a snowman, you cannot be real.
You look best by moonlight, but that's your appeal.
Now that futility is a fashion accessory,
You are just the man for me, at least for a while.
At an angle, you stand there and grin.
Nobody can move you or warm your white skin.
Dear Mr. Snowman, I know this must end.
Cause you're the frozen lover and a cold weather friend.
You're just a snowman, you cannot be real.
You look best by moonlight, but that's your appeal.
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